Taking Down the Em.pire [Claim]

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It had been too long for the massive black steed since he had been able to say he owned a piece of land. About a year and a half too long for that matter, as the thoughts flickered through the black and white studs mind his icy blue pools shrouded over with clouds that anyone who knew him would know it wasn't quite the time to be messing with him. And definitely not the time to accidentally (or on purpouse) get in the way of the goal that the eighteen point two hand tall stallion had set for himself this time.
Kalala was the goal. The slim, pretty island that rested not far from the shore line of the main lands, closer to the main lands than the other, much more choice island called Inoa, but for the purposes that Sampson had in mind the land of Kalala was just perfect. A grin that would have sent the devil running home with his tail between his legs spread across the stallion's rosy velvets as his icy pools landed on the bridge that formed between the main land and his island. There was only certain times of the day that this bridge would be visible, and since it was the only way onto the island unless you were an amazing swimmer, the land would be perfectly easy to guard from any unwanted visitors or any of the subordinates from running back to mommy wishing they had never signed up for this.
Flicking his ivory striped tail the stallion's heavily feathered limbs struck out with determination as he headed on the narrow bridge to the island of Kalala. Thoughts of spilling the blood of whomever currently owned the lands caused excitement to flash through his blue-blooded shire veins and with a toss of his broad crown the stallion was racing towards the island at a breakneck speed.
As soon as his dinner plate sized hooves hit the sandy beaches the black and white stud's forward movement came to a complete stop, rosy nares flaring in hopes of catching the scent of inhabitants with no luck. All of the scents were staler than anything he had smelled before. Tossing his crown once more the stallion smiled, this place would be perfect soon it would be teeming with soldiers trained to the best of their abilities, mares who's goal in life would be to bring more and more soldiers into the world. And then even the foals would be play fighting, tussling in the sand and gentle waves as they trained for their future career.
"If anyone is unfourtunate enough to be the crown of this place step forward now. Otherwise, the Island Kalala is under the claim of Sampson."


"SPEECH"
[Tag;; Claimer]
[Words;; 4-5-7]
[Muse;; Title – Artist ]
[Notes;; Such a sucky post...but it's claimed. ]

[Hud]

Looks good and seems that everything is in order.
CLAIM ACCEPTED!